Well here I am, with a broken heart. He says he needs time to think about things and I said he is probably right. I don’t know I’m just upset.
As the night falls…
I’m become more awake.
I am in love.
With a handsome man in a cute little town in an old house.
We are us.
We are love.
As we sit there on the steps at dusk, we grow closer.
And right now I miss him dearly.
Scribble
I need a sign…
Something to help me figure out what is going to go on.
Just forget it…
It’s whatever.
But really it isn’t just whatever.
Why can’t I be something other than this?
Excuses, excuses.
Fear.
Fear.
FEAR.
FRUSTRATION.
I don’t know…
I guess it’s something else that I don’t know about yet.
Fuck it.










